The Boy I Met at the Bus Stop.

It was an ordinary morning when I first saw him. The bus stop was crowded as usual, with people rushing to catch their buses. I was standing there, scrolling through my phone, when I noticed him—standing just a few feet away, waiting for the same bus. He was reading a book, his head slightly tilted, completely absorbed in the pages. There was something about the way the morning light fell on his face that caught my attention, a calm serenity in the chaos of the busy world around us.

Days passed, and we kept seeing each other at the bus stop, but we never spoke. It was just a silent acknowledgment between us, a glance shared over our morning routines. Then, one day, as the bus pulled up, the handle of my bag snapped, and everything inside fell to the ground. He noticed immediately, rushing to help me. Our hands brushed as he handed me my scattered items, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

“I guess this is the universe’s way of making us talk,” he smiled, and I couldn’t help but laugh. From that moment on, we started talking more each day. What began with a simple act of kindness blossomed into a friendship, and eventually, love. The bus stop, once just a routine, became the place where my heart found something truly unexpected.